The Dawn

X Chapter Twenty Eight X

Her.

Elara tossed and turned in her bed, the sheets tangling around her legs as she struggled to find some semblance of sleep.

Her mind was a storm of thoughts, swirling with everything she had discovered about her powers. The energy within her was overwhelming, an unpredictable force that refused to settle. It left her on edge, her nerves stretched thin as she wrestled with the fear of losing control again.

But it wasn't just the power that kept her awake. The encounter with Kaelith earlier had stirred something inside her, something she couldn't easily shake off. His intense gaze, the way he had acknowledged her progress-it had done more than just boost her confidence. It had ignited a flame, one that she couldn't seem to extinguish.

She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off the chaos inside her. And she knew exactly where to find it.

Sliding out of bed, Elara wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and quietly left her chambers. The castle was eerily silent, the only sounds the soft padding of her bare feet against the cold stone floor. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way toward the study, where she knew Kaelith often worked late into the night.

When she reached the door, she paused, her hand resting on the cool wood. What was she doing? Why was she seeking him out like this? The questions nagged at her, but she pushed them aside. She couldn't deal with everything on her own, not tonight. She needed him.

Taking a deep breath, Elara pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by the flickering glow of a single candle, casting long shadows across the walls. Kaelith was there, seated at his desk, his dark eyes focused intently on the pages spread out before him. He didn't look up as she entered, but she knew he had sensed her presence.

She approached him slowly, her steps tentative as she tried to find the right words.

But how could she explain what she wanted?

She didn't even fully understand it herself.

Kaelith finally looked up, his gaze locking onto hers with that familiar intensity.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice low and even. Elara shook her head, her throat suddenly dry. She stood beside the desk, her fingers lightly tracing the edge as she searched for the courage to speak. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she simply stared at him, hoping he could read the turmoil in her eyes.

Kaelith studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, as if sensing her unspoken request, he rose from his chair and stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His presence was overwhelming, a dark and potent force that wrapped around her like a shroud.

"You're troubled," he said softly, his voice a whisper in the stillness of the room.

Elara nodded, swallowing hard. "I... I don't know how to handle this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture.

"You don't have to," he replied, his tone laced with something deeper, something possessive. "Not tonight."

Her breath hitched as his words sank in, and she felt herself being drawn into the storm of desire that crackled between them. She wasn't sure who moved first, but suddenly he was right there, his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. The heat of his body seeped through her cloak, igniting a fire in her veins that pushed aside all thoughts of restraint.

She needed him-needed this.
Without a word, Kaelith lifted her onto the desk, his movements deliberate and controlled. He didn't rush, didn't give in to the urgency that she felt building within her.

Instead, he took his time, his touch lingering as he pushed her cloak aside and spread her legs, exposing her to him completely.

Elara's breath caught as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sending a shiver up her spine. The anticipation was unbearable, and she found herself gripping the edge of the desk, her knuckles white as she fought to stay grounded.

Then, without warning, Kaelith knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive force that left no room for doubt, she was his in this moment, and he intended to take everything she had to offer.

The first touch of his tongue against her sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she gasped, her head falling back as she tried to process the intensity of the sensation. But Kaelith didn't give her time to adjust. He was relentless, his mouth working her with a precision that left her breathless, her body arching off the desk as he drove her higher and higher.

Juices spilled over his lips, but he didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He seemed to revel in it, the taste of her, the way she writhed under his touch. It was as if he needed this as much as she did, needed to possess her, to consume her in a way that went beyond mere desire.

Elara's world narrowed to the feel of his tongue, the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his hands gripped her thighs with bruising intensity. She was lost in him, in the pleasure that built and built until it was almost too much to bear.

But Kaelith wasn't satisfied with almost. He pushed her right to the edge, his mouth relentless as he drove her to the brink of madness. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, ready to snap, and when it did, she cried out, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Still, he didn't stop.

Kaelith kept her there, on the edge of oblivion, until she was nothing more than a quivering mess beneath him. Only when he was certain that he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from her did he finally pull back, his lips glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Elara collapsed against the desk, her body spent, her mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. She could barely move, could barely think, but one thing was clear, she had never felt anything like this before.

And as she lay there, trying to steady her breathing, she realized that something had shifted between them. This wasn't just about desire or power anymore. It was something deeper, something that scared her as much as it thrilled her.

But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside. She couldn't deal with the implications, not tonight. All she could do was lie there, basking in the afterglow, and try to make sense of the storm that had just swept through her.

And as she drifted off to sleep, the taste of him still lingering on her lips, she knew that things between them would never be the same again.